Cuerpecito - Sasha Wrist

Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry Flying in the sky Going to a lonely star tonight, tonight I'm falling through the clouds Can't deny I got you on my mind, on my mind Blood is on my mind Blade is on my wrist, it makes it cry, make it cry I feel like I could die I feel like I don't care if I survive, I survive Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry I'm faceless in this kind of situation I know what you playing, trying to drive me crazy Trying to be something that you can't be I am in a mansion, something that you can't reach Fuck 'em, I'ma put 'em on the black list Pull up in a Lotus, think I have a death wish I'm forever young, might let the coke drip I don't give a fuck, I get my throat slit Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry I'm falling through the clouds Can't deny I got you on my mind, on my mind I feel like I could die I feel like I don't care if I survive, I survive

"Dislocate your spine if you don't sign," he says "I'll have you seeing double" Mesmerize you when he's tongue-tied Simply with those eyes Synchronize your minds and see The beast within him rise Don't look back Don't look back It's a rip-off Flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby Blow him a kiss and you're mad Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head He's taken an arm and taken a leg All this time, honey Baby, you've been had "Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying If not, you'll lie in knee-deep trouble" "Prostitute yourself," he says "Castrate your human pride Sacrifice your leisure days Let me squeeze you 'till you've dried" Don't look back Don't look back It's a rip-off Work my fingers to my bones I scream with pain I still make no impression Seduce you with his money-make machine Cross-collateralize, (big-time money, money) Reduce you to a muzak-fake machine Then the last goodbye It's a rip-off Flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby Blow him a kiss and you're mad Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head He's taken an arm and taken a leg All this time, honey